Page 39 of The Bro-code

“What the fuck?” I seethe. “My war course would have been so much better. And how in the world were we allowed to run this booth anyway? Every activity is usually competitive and the winner gets a token. The house with more tokens gets the Greek Olympic trophy.”

I should know since I smashed last year’s trophy against the wall of my bedroom aiming for my ex-boyfriend’s head. “How are we going to assign our token? Kissing isn’t competitive.”

I should have known the answer.

“Our token goes automatically to the house that managed to purchase the golden ticket.”

I can’t even.

“So basically our token was for sale? This is such bullshit, the tokens should be acquired with skills, not money. If this is the kind of initiative Bianca is going to have,” I gripe. “This is going to be one hell of a long year. Working with Bianca is bad enough, I just wish I didn’t have to live with her too.”

Remember what I said earlier about Murphy’s Law?

The universe has another… universal rule.

Be careful what you wish.

COLE

The Rush Week Fair has always been fun.

Every year we take turns manning our slip and slide station, so every brother can enjoy all the different activities Greek Row has to offer.

We’ve won the Olympic trophy my freshman and sophomore years. Last year we lost it to the Zetas but we’re determined to defend our honor and reclaim it this year.

Rush week is a bittersweet memory for me.

It’s where I met Bay for the first time. I was an arrogant freshman who wanted to hook up with the prettiest girl at the party. Bay immediately caught my eye, but when I lost her in the crowd of partygoers, I just forgot about her and hooked up with two hot fashion majors.

It wasn’t until I got to know her, that I gradually fell for her.

Isn’t it funny how things happen?

After that first party, I almost forgot about her. When I eventually saw her again, she was already going out with Topher. I was jealous of course, but it was purely because any man would be jealous of the lucky motherfucker who gets Bay in his bed.

It’s not like I didn’t have my pick of the hottest women on campus anyway, so for months I kept banging my way through the bunnies and all the cheerleaders and every pretty girl who would give me the time of day. I would occasionally see her at parties and I’d be lying if I said that I never thought about the hot blonde Zeta. But Bay was barely a blip on my radar in the grand scheme of things.

Then one night at the beginning of sophomore year, Topher got totally shit faced and she asked me to help her drag our new frat president back to his room.

Bay and I got talking after dumping Topher in the bathtub of the presidential suite and we really hit it off.

We have the same sense of humor, love the same TV shows and we just enjoy spending time together.

I didn’t realize in how much trouble I was until another night

Topher had overindulged in cheap beer and even cheaper liquor. He said something mean to her and when I saw the hurt in Bay’s eyes, I had to fight the urge to kill the asshole.

It was a slippery slope from there.

I could lie to myself all I wanted. The need to protect her however wasn’t just because she was my friend.

My heart doesn’t race every time a girlfriend—as in friend who’s a girl—looks at me. If I ever texted a “girlfriend” late at night, it could only be for a booty call.

With her? She’s the last person I want to talk to before I fall asleep.

Bay is also the first person I think about when I wake up.

I think about her every waking moment. At practice, during classes, during a game. When I’m driving, training, hanging with my teammates, she’s just present in my mind all the time.

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